Great Spirit, Who created time and space, we praise You for Your Love and handiwork. May we support Your labor every day to manifest Your plan for Love on earth.
We see ourselves each day strive to obtain our nourishment for body and for soul; may we grow to be constantly aware of Your provision for our daily need.
Great Spirit, when our peers fail to assist us in our efforts to get by and thrive, please make us grateful that they are alive, forgiving them as You’ve forgiven us.
And, when the tempter comes to snare us with the doubts that we are worthy of Your Love, Great Spirit make a Light shine from above to show the Path that will deliver us.
Creator Who reigns over us in Love: You serve us, showing us the way that we may serve each other, making real Your reign of never-ending Mercy, Joy, and Peace.
Reciting the Lord’s Prayer is so habitual that my attention can wander. As I have encountered others’ paraphrases, I have found that my attention is drawn more immediately to the meaning. I decided to put what this prayer means to me into my own words. At first, I imagined making it rhyme, but I found that blank verse was sufficient.
This is George Herbert’s poem “Life”, published in 1633, with a few modern spellings substituted and some notes below.
“Life” (by George Herbert)
I made a posie, while the day ran by: here will I smell my remnant out, and tie my life within this band. But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they by noon most cunningly did steal away, and wither’d in my hand.
My hand was next to them, and then my heart: I took, without more thinking, in good part Time’s gentle admonition: who did so sweetly death’s sad taste convey, making my mind to smell my fatal day; yet sug’ring the suspicion.
Farewell dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, fit, while ye liv’d, for smell or ornament, and, after death, for cures. I follow straight without complaints or grief, since if my scent be good, I care not if it be as short as yours.
Notes and my interpretation:
The poet works to come into proper relationship with the fact that life can be very short. I find his treatment to be very hopeful.
The places that the poet names the physical senses of smell and taste suggest to me that he is expressing thoughts that are deeply sensed rather than intellectual abstractions. He does not merely think these thoughts, he senses and is fully invested in these thoughts.
“posie” (line 1) – a bouquet of flowers (sense 1) or an inscription in a ring (sense 2) [https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/posy]. Flowers may have a scent, and an inscription may inspire (hopefully wise) deeds – so, a “scent” in this poem may be a proxy for his deeds.
“tie my life within this band” (line 2) the circle of his life on which he reflects, and all of its “flowers” (i.e., his deeds) that it binds together (“band” is a synonym for “ring”).
“by noon most cunningly did steal away” (line 5) – (looking ahead to line 11) his life is half gone [ibid.]
“my hand was next to them, and then my heart” (line 7) – as the inscription in a ring is next to the skin, he senses the effect of his deeds.
“I took without more thinking” (line 8) – it did not take much thought to sense the lesson
“Time’s gentle admonition” (line 9) – he accepts the limitation of his time here on what he can do
“smell my fatal day” (line 11) – sense the imminence of death [ibid.]
“sug’ring the suspicion” (line 12) – making the thought of death less unpalatable [ibid.]
“after death, for cures” (line 15) – Some dried flowers are used as herbal medications; perhaps he imagines that his works (or even this poem) can bring healing after he is gone. Indeed, the poet died within the few years between when he wrote this poem and when it was published [ibid.], but his poems have made life more sweet for the generations that came after him.
“if my scent be good” (line 17) – if I can sweeten my world as flowers do.
“Redemption” by George Herbert, paraphrased by Art Eschenlauer
As long-time tenant to a wealthy Lord,
not thriving, I resolvèd to be bold
and make suit to the Owner to afford
a new, reduced-rent lease, and cancel th’old.
At Heaven’s manor, thus, my Lord I sought:
They told me that my Lord was lately gone
about some land on Earth, so dearly bought
quite long ago, to take possession.
Returning, knowing of my Lord’s great birth,
I searched accordingly in great resorts;
in cities, theaters, gardens, parks, and courts:
At length, I heard a ragged noise and mirth
of thieves and murd’rers: there my Lord I spied,
who said, “Your suit is granted,” and then died.
I paraphrased George Herbert’s poem “Redemption” (published in 1633 in The Temple; see e.g. https://tinyurl.com/GeorgeHerbertRedemption) because I wanted more modern language (more gender-neutral and less confusing), but I wanted to try to preserve the “feel” and meaning as best I could.
At Heaven’s manor’s door I stood and knocked to ask my Lord about this mystery. I hoped my loving Lord would help me see how, from my sin, my spirit is unlocked.
“My cross is where your condemnation ends,
so you can view your past without despair,
and, freed from Satan’s sway, you can repair
relationships and start to make amends.”
It seems I want to have a better past
with facts that are much less unsettling. I want my Savior’s precious blood to bring
me far from those regrets which hold me fast.
“My child,” my Lord said,“that can never be. Accept your past, and know you live with Me.”
“The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:7 KJV
The Greek and Hebrew words term translated as “sin” both literally are the archery term meaning “missing the mark”. It is not the error that hurts me the most, but rather the impact on the person whom I have hurt, along with its effect on our relationship (which is changed even though my victim may have forgiven me). This makes it difficult to be fully present when reconciling with my victims while I am at the same time feeling wracked with guilt. How does redemption change my relationship with the fact of what I have done? I wrote this sonnet as I reflected on this question.
I like the sonnet as a way to structure thought: the form classically begins with contemplation of an issue (“the argument”) and then moves on to proposing how the issue might be addressed (“the resolution”) .